In the room of the summer dry grass, the atmosphere eased again, and without the disturbance of Canson, it seemed extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.

Moreover, in the name of the chairman, the Kang family compound gave away a lot of precious dishes, as for the general manager, he only came once, but he did not mention anything about Kangsong.

He didn't know what Kang Song had done here, so the two sides just didn't know each other, which was the best solution.

As long as the guests at this table can finish the meal peacefully, then their task is completed.

In the summer dry grass room, the two brothers were still unrelenting, and they kept brainwashing Ye Cheng, telling him how good his sister was.

And Zhao Minghui was almost broken, she really didn't expect her brothers to be so skinless and faceless.

"You guys are enough!" Zhao Minghui roared, "It's okay to say it once or twice, and if you say it all the time, aren't you afraid of annoying others? I'm so unbearable, I have to let you find me a boyfriend and marry me off?"

Zhao Mingjie and Zhao Mingyong glanced at each other, a little stunned.

"It's just talking, why are you still angry?" Zhao Mingyong muttered when he saw that his sister was angry.

"Is this a way to talk about when I became a salesman, no. It's a dead stock!" Zhao Minghui said in a weird manner.

"They plan that as long as you get married, you can split up, and then the equity in my hand will be given to you, so it is planned, my precious sons. Suddenly, Mrs. Zhao said in a cold voice.

"Mom, look at you, what are you talking about!"

"What I said you know in your own hearts, I let Minghui get married, I really care about her, because he is my biological daughter, you are different, you are not born by a mother, use her as a bargaining chip to obtain equity, I have seen a lot of this kind of thing. ”

"Ahem. Ye Cheng coughed lightly, and then said softly, "I'll go to the bathroom." ”

After speaking, Ye Cheng walked out slowly, exhaling a long breath as he walked.

"What a bloody drama!" Ye Cheng sighed in his heart.

Ye Cheng ignored the retention of the people behind him and walked straight out of this room.

It turns out that this family is so interesting, I heard before that Zhao Minghui is Mrs. Zhao's biological daughter, so Zhao Mingjie and Zhao Mingyong are not, that is to say, Mrs. Zhao is their stepmother.

"Ten years of paralysis?"

Ye Cheng suddenly thought of Mrs. Zhao's legs, at that time, Mrs. Zhao should still be very young.

Ye Cheng shook his head, he didn't want to think about these things anymore, he couldn't finish his own affairs, and he still had the heart to think about other things?

The Kang family compound was brightly lit, and the blazing light hung on the beams on both sides of the corridor.

The light shot into the water and disappeared, and the lake swallowed up all the light.

Ye Cheng came to a small pavilion and looked at the rows of rooms in the distance, laughter and laughter came out, and even people in the room could be seen dancing from the window.

Ye Cheng looked at the antique buildings and suddenly felt a feeling.

He thought of the fragments of memories he had obtained, but he hadn't yet looked them up.

Ye Cheng gradually closed his eyes and began to think about the things in the garden, he wanted to know what happened to him, why the woman who looked like Ye Yurou wanted to kill himself.

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Ye Cheng gradually walked into an alley and saw a little girl trembling in the corner.

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It's winter, and snow falls from the sky, covering the whole of Kyoto with a veil of silver.

Although the scenery is beautiful, it is only for those high-ranking officials and nobles to appreciate, and the people in the capital can only think of how to survive this cold winter.

At this time, some people in the capital had died, and they were frozen into ice lumps on the streets, and there were official positions dedicated to managing this part of the people, and they had to go to the entire capital every morning to see where there were any missing corpses.

One of the corpse collectors walked into a small alley and saw a little girl motionless in the corner.

The little girl looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, her body was tattered, her face was covered with dirt, her face was red from the cold, her ears were scarred, and her hands and feet were curled up in a large, ill-fitting garment.

"Ah, poor baby. The corpse collector sighed, and then slowly walked towards the little girl, wanting to take her away and throw her into the mass grave.

Just when he was about to meet the little girl, the little girl suddenly gasped for breath, and she actually breathed, as if she was returning to the light, and immediately startled the corpse collector.

The little girl's breathing gradually became smaller, and she glanced at the corpse collector very weakly, and said in a trembling voice: "Uncle, will you come tomorrow? I think I can live one day." ”

The little girl's desire to survive is very high, and she feels that she can live one day, not physically, but willfully.

Maybe one more day, the little girl will feel that she will not be able to support the next sunrise.

"Hey. The corpse collector sighed again.

He's been doing this for years, and every day he's seen countless things, he's seen countless people, everyone is dying, they all want to live.

When the corpse collector saw the little girl's eyes, his heart trembled slightly, and he felt that this little girl was very much like his dead daughter, and he wanted to take a little girl home, but he rejected this idea in an instant.

He really likes this little girl very much, but the death of his own daughter is a precedent, he has no way to support his daughter, even if he takes her back, this little girl can't escape the end of being starved to death and freezing to death.

He has an old and a young family, and a weak daughter-in-law, the burden of the family has weighed him too hard to stand up, he is also very tired, and sometimes he also wants to sleep outside on this cold night.

Wait until two days, and everything will be solved.

It's not that he hasn't tried, but every time he comes out, the biting cold wind and the extremely cold temperature tell him all the time that if he dies, then his family will soon have to accept such pain.

The corpse collector looked at the little girl apologetically and said, "Girl, it's not that I don't help you, I really can't help you, don't blame me, I hope you live well, I'll pick you up again tomorrow!"

The little girl smiled at him, with endless hope in her smile, and because of this smile, there were scars on her face, all of which were frostbitten.

"Thank you, uncle. The little girl's eyelids were so heavy that she could barely lift them, and it looked like they were soaked in tears and frozen by the cold temperature.